Problem for Mr.Problem
• Written by bleeze
no cursing, looks like a problem for mr.problem
compared to you I'm making 20 on every dollar
and ya baby mama, haha, gave me a holla
only reason she was with you, was for some prada
now shes mine and you want her back, shes screamin nada
convicted of a well written rhyme well this is it
continuing to come at me, well thats a miss
easily defeating me, well thats a myth
send you out to sea on a #raff (raft) no thanks to #riff
leave you out there to die floppin like dead #fish
tellin me lets split the cash, you'll see a #fifth
and as far as amendments go I'm pleading this
for rap slayin, im on trial, should be amidst
me on top the throne, not you, you is a #bish
my final goal after writing this is to #rip
you apart piece by piece, start with brain and end with #heart
dead between your eyes, hit you with a throwing #dart
cause I'm sick and mental, but at the same time I'm #smart
this battle will end poorly for you, why'd you even #start
chop you at the butcher shop, sell your meat at #slay-mart
then go out and buy you there, throw you in my #cart
cook you up on the grill, rare, my skills an #art
lyrically ripping you apart, and #apart
till this battle ends up on every single topping #chart
put the red #beam on your face thats the #spot
coming from the #gleam on my shiny new #glock
leave your whole #team heads spinnin like a #clock
and I always #scheme while im countin up the #guap
you cant reach me, ima always stay #a-top
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bleeze
Member since September 24 2015